Through All Time

by Roy K Austin
(england)

Strange deja-vu, and at my back
those miles of Neolithic track -
without the footpaths and the styles
I seemed to know those boggy miles !
The unfamiliar on the map
yet recognition with each step,
then halting, gazing from a bent
in empathy with sandal’d feet,
yet felt no more than what was meant
to nurse my own near tarn and peat ;
a vague, remembered sense of home
to recognise the stones of Rome,
warm azure skies and with a breeze
a day beneath the olive trees ;
a flash of moments to be sure
that through all time, I lived before !

………………………………...............